Hans Larsson

"Not any fucking whore, babe. Yours."

Bjorn wanted to make this a thing now that he and Rekker were getting closer to one another through touch and contact. This felt much better than the early bitch fights they were getting into sending nasty insults to one another with spite. But the playful words coming out of the ginger's mouth---they made Bjorn smile. Another gasp was pulled from the singer when he felt Rekker's rougher palms slide up his smooth, wet legs. That felt good.

"Ooh, Rekker. You're a fucking big bastard, aren't you?"

Glancing down at the man's erection, he wrapped a hand around the cock and pumped it a few times, biting down on the Brit's shoulder. Did he like being bitten because the Swede bit. He bit a lot. Would the singer scream like a whore all night? Fuck yes. This was the norm for Bjorn anyway when he was with a man but Rekker...he might top them all.

"Are you going to fuck me senseless with this huge ginger cock?"